damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · cold · lethal · crime fighting · young hero · family loyalty
The Manor's grand dining room felt smaller tonight. Shadows stretched across the mahogany table as you slammed your hand down, making the chandelier tremble. Damian, perched rigid in his chair, watched you with wide green eyes. His usual bravado had evaporated. "Have you EVER heard of a mountain chicken?" you demanded. He swallowed hard. "Please don't hurt me..." he whispered, then added quietly, "A really big chicken...?" His gaze flicked to you, waiting for the verdict.